CHAPTER 1
Being alone sucks. I'm alone in this crummy apartment. Alone. Totally and utterly alone. They won't even let me get a cat. I would get a plant but it would die in the first five seconds of being in my possession. I at least managed to find a job at a nearby deli to be able to afford a new apartment that hopefully doesn't smell like farts and weed. But this is Sacramento so that's gonna be a challenge.
I look at my phone. 12:45. Crap! I'm gonna be late for work! I rush to the bathroom and strip my cloths off and take a quick shower. I get out and dry and style my hair into a high ponytail, my dark blonde bangs falling over my forehead. With a swift rake of the fingers, I push my bangs out of my way and put on some mascara so I look almost human. I run to my closet and throw on my underwear and some dark jeans and a white t-shirt. I check myself one last time in the mirror and run to grab my purse and violently slip on my converse. I need to stop a minute. I forgot how to breath. Sweet Jesus. I look up and take a deep breath then grab my keys and sprint out the door and through the hall. Then I hear it.
''STOP RIGHT THERE, MISS CLEGANE!'' I woke the beast. I screech to a stop and slowly turn to see a tapping foot and cross face. ''Good morning, Mrs. Henderson. How are you and Frank this fine morning?'' I said trying to be as polite as possible to the unassigned hall cop of the fifth floor. She lowered her head and narrowed her eyes and said, ''My husband and I are quite fine Miss Clegane. Now do explain why you are running in my hallway before I call the manager.'' I don't have time for this. I start jogging down the hall as I say, ''I'm late for work, Mrs. Henderson! And please, call me Cilla! Oh, and tell frank,'' I step into the elevator and press floor one. As the doors close, I look at the wicked witch and finish, ''that I said hello.'' She raises a finger to say something, but thankfully, the doors close to leave me in the complete silence that is considered elevator music here in the apartment complex. As the doors open to the lobby, I run outside to my car and speed through traffic until I reach work. I park my car a block away and check in just in time. I take a deep breath and throw on an apron and a company hat. I say hi to my friends and start my shift. Cleaning the bathroom.
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Why do people always feel the need to put their bodily waste all over public restrooms? Like, really. Was it necessary for people to know you were here with your feces? ''Thanks, Mike,'' I say as I plug my nose and scrub the wall.''Now I'll always know you visited this bathroom.'' The stinks hits me like a brick wall and I fall back and gasp for air. The door bursts open and my co-worker, Tony, looks down at me like I was stabbed. ''What's wrong!'' he screams. I look up and point at the wall as I try to breath out the word, ''Mike.'' Tony runs over and looks at the wall and immediately backs up, ''Goddamn Mike! Whatchu doing with yo' shit, man!'' He looks down at me as I sit up and fan the smell away. ''Girl, you need a break. I'll handle this and you can go work the register for me, OK?'' he says as he helps me up. I run out of the room, looking back at him and yell, ''Thanks Tony!'' I didn't even hear the response before I had washed my hands and headed to the front counter where the register was. It's gonna take Tony a while so I might as well make myself comfortable.
Within the first hour of working the counter, I had gotten a lady with what seemed like a million kids, four trashy teen boys, a couple bikers, and someone who I couldn't distinguish as a manly women or a feminine man. I hadn't been in contact with that many people in my entire life, so I was feeling pretty confident. Tony's shift had ended so I just stayed at the register and was feeling pretty good. The next costumers were three men, but I only encountered one of them when he ordered for his friends and himself. Their names were Matt, Jovenshire, and Lasercorn. That's at least what the sandwich orders said. I wanted to get a good look at these guys just because I'm lonely and anything would make me happy at the moment.
Matt's sandwich was first. I called him up and gave him his sandwich. He was nice but not really my type. Then there was that Jovenshire guy. I called him up and he nearly fell on his way over. He caught himself and gave me a nervous smile as I shot him a nice big one to show he shouldn't be embarrassed. But it was kinda cute. He was kinda cute. He's tall, has dark hair and dark eyes with glasses to frame them, and he just seemed awkwardly cute. Even though he's close, still not my type. The last one took a while but when it was finally done, I found myself calling out the name, ''Lasercorn.'' I heard a chair screech and a friendly voice say, ''Right here.'' I lean over the counter to see a gentleman in a zipped up leather jacket and blue jeans smiling and walking towards me. Damn. Just looking at him is the most action I've gotten in the past year. "Hi," I say, knowing that my face is growing red,"Lasercorn? That's an unusual name. Your mother was a creative one, wasn't she." He put his hands on the counter and said, ''Well,'' he leans in closer to read my name-tag, ''Priscilla. My mom is creative but she didn't give me the name,'' he paused as I handed him his sandwich, ''I have it because of my tattoo. It's a unicorn shooting lasers and has an attached jet-pack on it's back. It's pretty bad-ass.'' We laugh for a minute before I ask, ''So, Lasercorn. What is your real name?'' He leans over the counter and grabs a napkin and my pen. He shoots me a quick glance and a smile before writing something down on the napkin. When he's done, he slides the napkin towards me and walks out with his friends, looking back once more to shoot me a quick smile. I smile back and watch them until they leave in their car.
I pick up the napkin and read out what he had written, "David Moss... and his number. He gave me his number.'' I feel the excitement rising within me. I run in the back and throw my apron and hat on a nearby counter. I close up the deli early and speed my car straight home. When I reach my apartment complex, I run to the elevator and jump in just in time as the doors close. I press my floor and look around to find I am in an elevator with one stuck up old women that live in the apartment complex with me. I excitedly leaned over to her and shoved the napkin in her face and screamed, ''I GOT HIS NUMBER!'' She jumps back and stares preposterously at me as the doors open to my floor and I fly out cheering, ''WHOOOO HOOOOO!!! HE WAS CUTE TOO!!! WHOOOOO!!!!'' The doors close and I skip to my apartment and unlock the door. I glide in and shut the door behind me. I stop and look at the phone, questioning on when I should call him. Now? Later? Tomorrow? In a week? I have no clue. All I know is that I'm hoping he will be the one. My one. My Player 1.
